How little then I know about the real home,
much better than this world of sodom.
Until there I arrive with all cost,
the life here does have no count.

The world seems to be dying,
but the bride yet would sorely be surviving.
As the normal way of life becomes a crime,
the real crime reigns in twilight time.

But wisdom the word of life called it to know,
for it’s a darkened world of woe.
There He shall come like thunder in the sky,
while all being are much busy to espy.

Few then are saints to be harvest into thin air,
when strangers to Him wait for the trumpet to hear.
In the world that shall unmask to be lair,
real home then shall men know with fear.
© Ollimid
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